The idea and main concept of this book is immensly intriguing, and while certainly not a unique concept in the sci fi genre, the potential for a 'Terry Pratchett' take on it, appealed to me.
As I read this book, an overwhelming surge of familiarity swept over me. It felt like I was treading very similiar waters, dealing with characters, ideas, motifs, themes that I knew, but couldn't quite put my finger on 'why'? it felt so familiar. Exploring the vastness of uncharted worlds, finding almost humanoid, maybe sinister, maybe just different species, an corporation with a long reach, an overly clever AI... it felt so much 'I've read this before, I've seen this before,'. And alas, did not present an interesting enough 'spin' on those familiar ideas. There are no 'original' stories, certainly. There are however original and engaging versions/interpretations. Alas, in my opinion, The Long Earth is not such an interpretation.
Leaving the familiarity aside for a moment, by the time I reached a substantial mid point in the book, I still did not feel connected to the main characters. I was reading still for curiousity's sake, just to see how it all turned out, rather than due to a vested interest in the characters' development and motives. The narrative informed me that the characters were 'changing, learning' just in case I had missed it - and I fear that I had.
I enjoyed and appreciated the split story telling, the slow reveal of how the various secondary plots intersected with the main story, but the pace felt ponderous, the reveals almost 'by the way' rather than dramatic. The ending felt unfinished and rushed, and obviously tapering off for a sequel (as hinted at on the cover). Nonetheless, it still felt - unrealised.
Here however, is my main disappointment with the book. The initial idea of a 'Long Earth' excited me. It is something (from a sci fi perspective) I would love to explore. Multiple Earths (with or without humanity) to explore, to see my own country as it would be without humanity's marks. The story touched on the excitement and peace, the escape offered to humanity but this sense of joy, of exploration was undermined by the certainity that humanity would screw it up. Not the fear that we would, just the certainity that we would. However realistic or just pessismistic that view is, I felt that even the brief spots of potenital hope were undermined as well - Happy Landings, Reboot - all tainted by an underlying worry or fear. I did not walk away from this book with a glimmer of hope for humanity. For me, this so often is what sci fi embodies - the vision, the dream of transcending our current issues, of taking the opportunity to learn, to leave our childish ways behind - to succeed. The Long Earth gives humanity endless options, yet the narrative undermined that very hope. And I feel missed the joy, the excitement of exploration. (Or the mindless terror)
On the whole, I wanted to enjoy this book. I cannot say that I did. I finished it and felt depressed rather than hopeful. Books can make you think, challenge our views and expectations. Sci Fi especially can do - pose a challenge to look beyond the humdrum of our existence to the potential, the hope for our future. I was not expecting the usual Pratchett humour, although it would have been nice. It could only have improved a story that otherwise struggled to engage me, and left me not only wanting more - but wishing it had been better.
I realise this review is somewhat morose and depressed, but that is, alas, how I feel about this book - or rather how it left me feeling. Perhaps that was the intention, to end on a moment of despair, fear - and future books will resolve that - offer the hope I missed. One can hope :)